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*trying to come up with rules for my new society after successfully leading the revolution* why don’t we just repurpose 5e

Context for anyone who is wondering: Lamine Yamal's parents won an UNICEF raffle for a charity photoshoot in which Barça players posed with kids, and 5 month old Lamine happened to get 20yo Messi. Which is like. Literally insane

bisexual women aren't allowed to take their straight boyfriends to pride, but it's okay because i've set up one of those childminding tents on the outskirts. don't worry about him, he can stay in the straight guy tent. go and enjoy pride by yourselves, i'll watch over your straight boyfriends. what'll they do to pass the time? haha don't worry about it. we have beer and cards and only one bed. it'll be fine. i'm normal and can be trusted around groups of two or more straight guys

subtly sneaking AI images into the FOV of my academic rivals in order to irreversibly reduce their IQ by 10 points

im a bona fide frecency addict. stop organizing! the machine will put all things in their place

The other day i was getting rizzd the fuck upp by the crunchy latino cashier at trader joes. Just having a blast. Then the whole vibe changed when my card declined .

but i believe aang can save the world

one of my least favourite tumblrisms is the weird fervent belief in the virtuousness of physical violence. like the whole "um, clearly youve never been in a situation where you could get your ass kicked" in reponse to someone like, saying something rude. Like amiguita in a lot of places you can get your ass kicked for saying "i'm gay" or, like, anything with a foreign accent, there is actually no edifying or character-building trait to being in environments suffused with violent machismo! and it always has the implicit undertone of either a like, noble savage view of appalachians or just straight up racist stereotypes

It’s a shame that walkable cities will require tracking cars that enter city limits and exploding them with a bazooka but policy requires trade-offs

29th June 2026. This year's Strawberry Moon was extremely low in the sky, which made it look very large and bright. (A perfect photographic opportunity!)

Noticing my shoes hurt and, because I'm a systemspilled analytical thinker, immediately thinking "Who benefits?"

tending to my pet anarchists. going into their solarpunk themed enclosure and spreading packaged medicine around in bushes for them to naturally gather. refilling their stock of grain discreetly so they think it all comes from their garden sized wheat field. I spot one and she hisses at me and calls me an authoritarian tankie but i make cooing noises and offer zines as treats and she lets me pet her